California Dreaming

Chapter 13

I woke up on Christmas morning, I was snuggled up against Carl’s back. He was still sleeping, I reached down to adjust my morning hardness. I was thinking about the last few weeks, the high of being in my first play was still fresh in my mind. I had mixed emotions about Patrick, I was happy for him and William, but I was certainly going to miss him. That brought up memories of Henry, I knew Patrick was right, if Henry walked in the door right now, I would go with him in a heartbeat. I wonder if Henry thinks of me the same way, or has he moved on and found someone new? We were still writing to each other on a regular basis, and he never mentioned anyone, but I also didn’t tell him about Patrick either. Well, I told him that he helped me get to California, but I didn’t give him any details on our relationship, so he could be doing the same thing if he was with someone. James also came to mind, I really hoped he was doing alright. I did feel guilty for not checking on him, but he made it clear that he wanted to take care of himself.

I remembered it was Christmas, I thought about what my family was doing. I am sure that they went to church last night, and my younger brothers and sisters were probably up early this morning. I knew my parents wouldn’t be able to give them much, but they always found a way to get each of us a small toy or at the very least an article of clothing. It could be a shirt or maybe just a pair of socks, but we always had a gift to open on Christmas morning. The thought brought a small smile to my face, I guess I did miss my family. I chuckled to myself, I could just imagine the reaction that my father would have if he could see me lying in bed with Carl right now. I felt Carl stir, he rolled over to face me.

He smiled, “what are you grinning about?”

I said, “oh nothing important. Merry Christmas.” I leaned in a gave him a kiss.

He kissed me back, “Merry Christmas to you too.”

I felt his hardness against my leg as he rolled toward me, Carl reached down and stroked me through my underwear. We continued to kiss as we pushed each other’s underwear down and rubbed our cocks together. I pulled Carl on top of me, our lips remained locked together as his smooth, muscular chest rubbed against the soft fur that covered mine. He kissed his way down my neck, then moved to my chest, stopping to give each of my erect nipples a quick nibble. I sighed as he continued to kiss his way down my stomach until he reached the erect member that stood proud out of the sea of my dark pubic hair. Carl pulled my foreskin back and licked the pearl of clear cream the formed on the head of my cock. He kissed the sides of my manhood all the way down to my full, swollen nuts, licking one then the other and taking them both into his warm wet mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as I put my hands on the back of Carl’s head and held him tight against my engorged member. Carl’s pale blues eyes looking up at me as he worked over my cock for what seemed like hours, he had amazing cock sucking skills. I pushed Carl off when I felt my nuts start to tighten, I didn’t want to shoot just yet, I ached to feel his tight hole wrapped around my cock.

I gave him a kiss as I rolled him on his back, I gave his chest and stomach the same treatment that he had given mine just moments earlier. I gave a little extra attention to each ridge of his taught stomach, running my tongue into each valley. A quick kiss to his belly button and then on to my ultimate prize, that throbbing flesh pole between his legs. I pushed his foreskin back with my tongue and savored the juice that was seeping from the large mushroom head. Cupping his nuts in one hand, I began my assault on his cock, stroking it with my free hand every time my mouth came off the shaft. The moans and groans that were coming from Carl told me I was doing something right. I sensed that he was getting close, I reversed my course and kissed back up his stomach and chest. I pulled his legs up as I worked my way up for another kiss, my cock was now aimed directly at Carl’s tight hole. Carl reached down taking hold of my cock, he guided it home as his hole just seemed to suck me inside. His eyes rolled back in his head as my nuts slapped against his ass. Carl’s breath quickened as he said, “oh God Ivan, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

That was all I needed to hear, I started to pump as fast as I could. Carl pushed back with every thrust I made, I leaned back in to once again lock our lips together. His cock was trapped between our stomachs, a few more thrusts, I felt his ass muscles contracting on my cock and my stomach was covered with Carl’s creamy baby makers. This caused me to lose control and I pushed in as deep as I could and bred him with my hot seed. I collapsed on top of Carl breathless.

I rolled over beside him as we cuddled together and drifted off to sleep for a short nap. Carl’s movement caused me to wake up, we cleaned the dried semen from our chests and dressed. We decided to go to the diner to eat. We both had the day off from work, so after we ate, we just relaxed for the rest of the day. Well, we did fool around a few times, but it was nice not having to rush to play practice or work.

The week between Christmas and New Year’s was always busy time in the restaurant, and we were both scheduled to work every night through New Year's Eve. When I got to work the next day, Mr. Mills met me at the door, he said, “Ivan, Harold just quit on me, I’m moving you to full time waiter, you good with that?”

I said, “yes sir, I’m good with that.”

The first couple of nights were a little bit rough, but by the time New Year’s Eve rolled around I had found my groove. I was meeting a lot of actors and learning who the directors and producers were. I knew I needed to be careful, and I remained professional and just waited on our guests without bringing up the fact that I wanted to be in the movies. The extra money was also very helpful.

Over the next few months, I became the regular waiter for several of those famous guests. Carl and I continued to act in any production at The El Capitan and at some of the other theatres in the area. We usually tried to audition for different parts, so that we didn’t have to compete against each other. If we did go in for the same part, we wished each other well and agreed that we wouldn’t be upset with each other, no matter who got the part. So far, we haven’t had any issues with our arrangement.

I was coming up on the 1-year mark of me moving to California, it had been an eventful year, Patrick and I had gone our separate ways, I met Carl, I had a decent job and have had several acting jobs. They were small parts, but they were a start. Overall, I was happy with how things were going.

The next play at The El Capitan was being cast. “Murder on the Second Floor” was set in a boarding house run by Mrs. Rose Armitage. A writer goes to stay at the house and after he meets the other tenants, he decides to use them in his next story. He writes a story about a murder in the boarding house. Soon the story becomes a true tale as one of the tenants is actually murdered. The writer tries to solve the murder while finishing his story. I auditioned for and got the part of one of the tenants, it wasn’t the lead, but it was the largest part that I had up to this point.

Carl was already doing another play at a theatre down the street, the next couple of months were busy for both of us, so we hadn’t been able to spend much time together. We finally had a day that were both home at the same time, he woke me up with his warm mouth covering my hard cock. Just as we were really getting into our session, there was a knock at the door.

Carl looked at me, “were you expecting company?”

I shook my head, “no, were you?”

We quickly pulled on our underwear and Carl answered the door.

I heard the visitor say, “hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was looking for Ivan. Do you know where he is?”

Carl said, “sure, he’s here, come on in.”

The guy walked in, he looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen him.

He walked to me, “hi Ivan, you might not remember me, I’m John, James’s friend from Chicago.”

I smiled, “of course, I remember you, what are you doing here?”

John said, “I came to find James, he and I have been writing to each other ever since you all left Chicago. After his last letter, I’m really worried about him. Have you seen him?”

I shook my head, “no, he moved out right after we got here. What did he say in his letter?"

He pulled out the letter, “he just goes on about having to do what this Arvid guy tells him to do, and he hasn’t been getting paid for the work he does. It sounds like he is drinking too.”

Knowing James's family history of alcohol abuse, caused me great concern.

Carl stepped in, “I told you Arvid is a bad guy.”

John asked, “do you think he would hurt James?”

Carl snorted, “I wouldn’t put it past him, I have never heard anything good about the guy.”

I started to pull on my pants, “come on, we need to pay this jerk a visit and find James.”

Carl said, “what are you going to do Ivan? He probably has a bunch of thugs working for him, they will never let us in.”

I said, “I don’t care, we have to find James.”

Carl looked at me, then looked at John, John's pleading eyes were more than Carl could take, he sighed, “fine, but if we get our asses beat, it’s not my fault.”

Carl and I finished dressing, and we made our way down Western Ave. to Arvid’s Place. The door was locked, I started pounding on the blackened glass. Carl stopped me, “Ivan, what you going to do, don’t you think we should have a plan?”

I said, “I’m going to ask to see James, then I am going to try to talk him into leaving with us.”

John asked, “what if he won’t leave.”

I said, “we’ll drag his ass out of here.” I started pounding on the door again.

I heard someone yelling from the other side, “this better be important, and if you break my door…” I heard the lock turn and the door opened slightly.

Arvid Marlow peeked through the crack, “we don’t open until 6, come back then.”

I pushed the door open, “we aren’t customers, we want to talk to James.”

Arvis stumble back, “James who?”

I yelled, “James Harrison, I know he is here, now let us talk to him.”

He regained his footing, “oh yeah, the little guy with the big green eyes. He’s busy, you can come back after we open just like all the others.”

I just stared at the creepy man standing before me, instead of the flashy suit he was wearing the first time I saw him, he was wearing rumpled pajamas and dirty green robe. The neatly combed grey hair that stuck out of his top hat on that first day, was now sticking out in all directions, and there was actually no hair on the top of head. He was even more disgusting than I remember.

I said, “we are not customers, we would never come into your filthy establishment for any reason. We are here to talk to James, now where is he?”

He reached up in an attempt to smooth his hair, “I told you, he is busy and now I will thank you to leave the premises.”

I grabbed him by the collar of his robe, “and I told you we are here to talk to James, now where is he?”

His eyes widened as he once again stumbled back, I almost started to wretch at the smell emanating from his body. He wreaked of alcohol and stale cigar smoke.

His eyes narrowed, “James works for me, and I decide who he talks to, I won’t tell you again to leave.”

I pulled my arm back and made a fist, I saw Carl stepping toward me, just as I was about to take my first swing, I heard footsteps come down the stairs to my right.

James said, “Ivan, what are you doing here?”

I pushed Arvid away and turned to James, “we came to get you out of here.”

He looked at me, “we?” He then turned to see Carl and John standing behind me. His eyes went wide, “John, what…” They ran to each other and embraced.

John said, “after I got your last letter, I got worried.”

James looked at me then back to John. Arvid straightened his robe and said, “James, I have told you not to come downstairs unless I tell you to.”

James got a worried look on his face, I said, “James, you don’t have to listen to this jerk, we came here to take you home with us.” As I was talking to him, I saw the sadness was back in his eyes, I noticed what looked like the remnants of a black eye and several other bruises. I flashed back to Chicago and what Charles had done to James, I grabbed his arms, “James, is this son of a bitch hurting you?”

Arvid said, “James go back upstairs, now!”

John stepped up to James, “please James, come with us.”

James looked at Arvid, who was now getting red in the face and glaring at him. I turned James’ eyes to me and John, I said, “James, we care about you, this guy is just using you. You don’t have to stay here.”

Arvid stepped toward us, “James, don’t make me tell you again, go upstairs.”

I turned to Arvid, “don’t make me tell you again, he is going with us.”

Arvids face was now turning purple, “James will do as I…”

Before he could finish the sentence, my fist caught him right in the middle of his fat ugly face and he fell to the floor. I started to pull my arm back again to continue the beating that Arvid deserved.

Carl grabbed me, “Ivan, come on, we need to get out of here.”

He pushed me toward the door, then grabbed James and John, they were standing there staring at Arvid lying on the floor. Carl said, “come on, we all need to leave.”

We rushed out the door and down the street, no one said a word until we were a block away and we stepped into an alley.

I asked James, “are you alright?”

He just nodded, “I think so, did you just hit Arvid?”

I rubbed my bloody hand, “yes, I did.”

 

To be continued…